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I was born in 1962; you do the math. (See also: I'm too lazy to remember to update this thing regularly.) I bought my first house in the summer of 2009; I share it three cats and with the memories of The Runt and Little Girl, who both passed away in 2011. Rocky, the cat for whom this blog was named, passed away in 2008; I miss them all. I wish I lived somewhere where the winters weren't eight months long; other than that, life is good.

Friday, October 22, 2010

Freaky Friday

Okay, I talked in yesterday's post about how when I get sick, I go shopping. Hey, it makes sense to ME, anyway.

So! After getting my totally ironic flu shot, but before I found the world's best chest of drawers EVER, I headed for the junk shops of antiques row. Outside of the first store, out on the sidewalk, I saw an awesome (yes, I am aware of the fact that I totally overuse that word. See also: "totally") carousel horse. I knew I wouldn't be able to afford it, because people around here collect carousel stuff like crazy and jack up the prices.

I went into the shop and started nosing around and chatting with the owner, and I asked him how much he was asking for the carousel horse, just for the heck of it.

"Well, I'd have to have thirty bucks for that," he said. Thirty bucks?

Sold!

Now, while the metal pole the horse is mounted on is obviously quite old, the horse itself is not, which is why it was priced so reasonably. (See also: The horse is plastic, not wood.) Still, I think it looks really cool in my entryway - hell, the thing's four feet high, and it makes a good companion piece for my koi-fish-and-lily-pad birdbath.